“You smell and taste like heaven. Someday I’m going to eat you out the second you step offstage.” She chokes. “That’s nasty.” Sliding my free hand around her hip and under her dress, I cup her between the legs. Heat bathes my palm. She shivers, her thighs clenching. “You want me nasty,” I whisper against her ear. “Don’t you?” Her breathing speeds up. “Maybe.” “Open the door,” I say hoarsely. “I’ll give you a sixty-second head start. Shower or bed—your choice. But when a minute is up, my mouth is devouring this pussy.”
